Clipse, Kendrick Lamar, Pusha T & Malice - Chains & Whips

[Chorus]Uncle said, "****, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitchBeat the system with chains and whipsThis is culturally inappropriate[Verse 1]You run from the spirit of repossessionToo much enamel covers your necklaceI buy bitches, you buy 'em sectionsYou buy watches, I buy collectionsMisery's fueling your aggressionJealousy's turned into obsessionReality TV is mud wrestlingSome signed checks, I know better thanBeware of my name, that there is delicateYou know I know where you're delicateCrush you to pieces, I'll hum a breath of itI will close your heaven for the hell of itYou'd think it'd be valor amongst veteransI'm watching your fame escape relevanceWe all in the room, but here's the elephantYou chasing a feature out of your elementAnd those lab diamonds under inspectionThe question marks block ya blessingsThere's no tombstones in the desertI know by now you get the message[Chorus]Uncle said, "****, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitchBeat the system with chains and whips[Verse 2]It don't take much to put two and twoYour lucky streak is now losing youMoney's dried up like a cuticleYou're gasping for air now, it's beautifulJohn 10:10, that's my usualMommas is falling out in funeralsEmbalmed and bloat, they now viewing youThey never find the guns, but the sewers doBubbles was sick, he need medicineBrought him back to life, now he dead againRichard don't make watches for presidentsJust a million trapped between skeletonsThis the darkest that I ever beenThe diamonds make you taste peppermintYou ain't thrive in the snow like it's The RevenantAnd send orders back down and keep shoveling[Chorus]Uncle said, "****, you must be sickAll you talk about is just getting rich"Choke my neck, ****, and ice my bitchBeat the system with chains and whips[Bridge]Well, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like, "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realizeThat the Devil is talking to you[Verse 3]HmmI'm not the candidate to vibe withI don't fuck with the kumbaya shitAll that talent must be GodsentI send yo' ass back to the cosmicsThe things I've seen under my eyelidsKaleidoscope dreams, murder, and sirensLet's be clear, hip-hop died againHalf of my profits may go to RakimHow many Judases that let me down?But fuck it, the West mine's, we right nowTherapy showed me how to open upIt also showed me I don't give a fuckThe two-time Gemini with the genocideI'm generous, however you want it, I'll be the gentle kindGentlemen and gangstas connect, the agenda of mineMove **** up outta here, this shit get gentrifiedHeavy genes like Genovese, I'll drop your PentagonThen show up at your gender reveal and tell 'em, "Gimme mine"I son ****, I am the general, where my gin and juice?Every song is the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom**** want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger rootI generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitalsThey say I couldn't reach Gen Z, you fuckin' dickheadsYou must be full of that ginseng, here comes the jinx, yeahThey genetics been synthetic, screamin' they geniusA finger wave, they all fall, **** is JengaGod gave me light, a good year, full of free willTrump card tell me not to spare your lifeMothafucka[Outro]Well, when things get dark and your number get calledAnd you look side to side, like, "What did they say?"And it ain't the Lord's voice, and then you realizeThat the Devil is talking to you